Atlas #2
“Yes,” I all but sob, the rubbing and massaging driving me insane.
I can feel him so overwhelmingly—just his presence is feeding into my hunger. If I don’t have something inside of me soon, I think I’ll fall apart.
“I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give you everything.”
Without any other warning, his finger begins to push into me. The burn is mild—I’m already used to being stretched open—but knowing it’s him doing this to me is making every sensation I feel that much more demanding.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his voice awed. “Swallow me up, Atty. Fuck, how are you so tight?”
Julian sounds shocked, just as shocked as I feel, because I’m certainly not a virgin. In fact, I was being pounded into just last night, and we both know it.
“Julian,” I whine, feeling him sink his finger in as far as it’ll reach.
He pulls back, all the way to the tip, before pushing back in. My lips press together tightly to prevent myself from making any noise that I shouldn’t, my hands gripping the duvet tightly once more.
Julian repeats this same motion for a while longer, and just before I open my mouth to beg him for more, I feel the blunt tip of a second finger pressing inside of me alongside the first.
A soft mewl sounds in the back of my throat from behind my closed lips as both sink into me, and Julian’s eyes snap up to meet mine.
Slowly, his look of awed admiration is replaced by one of amusement. “Let’s see how long you can hold it in, yeah?”
“What—hmm!” My mouth snaps shut as he drives his fingers into me fast and hard, over and over, twisting and curling relentlessly.
His brow is pinched as he watches my face, his lips parted, eyes heated. I can hear his panting past the squelching sounds of the lube, and as he scissors his fingers open, I have to fight to hold his gaze.
“No?” he mumbles, tilting his head in a way that resembles an animal. I can see his cock, hard and tall, as it leaks between his legs. “More, then?”
A third finger pushes its way inside of me, just as they crook just right, and he brushes over my prostate.
My eyes cross, my jaw unhinging as a loud, desperate sound leaves me.
“Oh, fuck,” Julian groans. “Just like that. Let me hear you; tell me how good you feel.”
“I-I…” I can’t seem to find the words as he punches against my prostate repeatedly, punishingly, with a force so great it rocks my body.
The muscles of his forearm flex as sweat drips down the side of his face. He looks so formidable, so damn beautiful that I can’t even breathe.
Pleasure is coursing through me so violently that I fear I’ll come at any moment, and if how I’m squeezing his fingers is an indication, Julian knows this.
“You look so good like this, taking it all like my very own little cumslut,” he praises, leaning over my body as he drives into me harder, faster.
“Please!” I hear myself shout, but I don’t register saying it.
Julian groans. “You want my cock, little bunny? You want to come on me and feel me fill you up so you’re nice and warm?”
“God, yes. Julian, do it. Put it in me,” I demand.
“What happened to that sweet mouth of yours?” He licks up the side of my neck, driving me higher and higher. “I thought you told me you’d be good.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I can feel the tears as they leak down my face, onto my neck, and into my hairline. I’m so pent up now that I might actually die if he doesn’t have sex with me. “I’ll be good, I swear.”
“Ask me nicely, Atlas. Ask me so nicely to shove my cock into your tight little hole.” His hot breath lights up my entire body as he whispers into my ear—such a drastic difference from the way he’s slamming his fingers into me.
“Please, Julie,” I plead, no longer concerned with pride or how he might perceive me. All I can think of is the pleasure I’m being denied. “Please shove your cock in me and make me come. Make me your little whore.”
I have never dirty-talked in my entire life, but it appears I know Julian well enough. As soon as the words leave me, a satisfied moan escapes his lips, and his fingers are pulled from within me.
He wipes them on his discarded shirt before lubing up his hard length, notching the head against my entrance. Even with all of the fingering, I can feel the incredible size difference—how it’s going to hurt.
My eyes trail up his defined abs and muscled chest before connecting with his, and he gives me a wicked smile.
“I’m going to shove straight into you, all the way to the hilt. You hear me?”
I crave it so badly that I can’t speak, so I nod once and lay my hands over his, where he’s gripping my hips, my thighs resting over top of his.
One moment, I am staring up at him, anticipating the brilliant feeling of being full, and the next, I’m staring at my closed eyelids as a broken sob is pulled from my throat.
He bottoms out after a few seconds, having to fight against my body rejecting him. But he doesn’t seem to mind the brief struggle or how tightly I’m gripping him.
“Oh, baby,” he sighs, his head falling forward as he towers over me. “You feel so good.”
The praise feels amazing, but my mind can only focus on one singular thing.
“Warm,” I gasp out. “It’s s-so warm. I’ve never—it’s never been… like this.”
Julian’s hips jerk forward, grimacing as he grips my hips harder. “You’ve got such a dirty mouth. I can’t… Fuck!”
He pulls his hips back until just his head rests inside, then slams forward once more, rocking my entire body. I think I scream.
Leaning up, I brace my weight on my elbows as I try to get a look at what he’s doing and what he’s seeing. But I can’t see much, other than my own hard length and his hips pressed to the back of my thighs. He’s trembling.
“I think I’m going to lose it, Atlas,” he mutters, slamming into me once more. “I think I really will fuck you like a whore if I don’t pull out right now.”
Without a thought, my legs lift and lock around his backside, causing him to meet my gaze, shocked.
“Please?” I whisper.
The pained, desperate expression he’s wearing makes me believe he’ll deny me, but instead, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
It’s a fast, almost chaste kiss before he pulls away and sits back up to his full height.
Then, he says, “Just know that even though I’m fucking you rough and dirty, I think you’re worth much more than that. That you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
I can no longer see him clearly around the building tears, but Julian does not give me time to respond, anyway.
With my hips still in his grip, he slams into me quick and hard, taking my breath and my ability to speak. I’m choking on air and gripping his wrists as I take each rough thrust.
And then, with one movement as he lifts my hips slightly, each harsh punch of his hips slams the head of his cock into my prostate.
“Oh!” I shout, my hands scrambling for purchase on his body.
Julian gets the memo—that I need some sort of grounding. Within seconds, he has me flipped over, my chest pressed to the duvet, and my ass in the air as he pushes back into me, his large body engulfing mine as he hugs me tightly.
Then he pounds into me without pause, without mercy.
“Take it, Atlas. Take my cock like the good little boy you are.” He pants harshly into my ear, heightening every sensation I can feel. “God, you’re so beautiful, so soft beneath me.”
I can feel the pounding of his heart as it beats against my back, and I wonder briefly if he can feel mine where his arm is crossed over my chest.
Is his heart beating from exertion, or because it’s me he’s fucking? Could he… could he like me as much as I like him?
“So good,” I tell him, my voice muffled by the pillows.
“I know, Atty. It’s so good for me—hngh, me too.” His voice is low and sweet, a sharp contrast to how he’s thrusting into me.